I Don’t Have Time
Time is so fluid, so abstract, so ethereal for a child… it’s a beautiful thought, isn’t it? To not feel the pressure of the constant ticking, to not be aware of the sand slipping through the centre of our hourglass of life.
Time is so fluid, so abstract, so ethereal for a child… it’s a beautiful thought, isn’t it? To not feel the pressure of the constant ticking, to not be aware of the sand slipping through the centre of our hourglass of life.
You don’t have to share it. You don’t even have to keep it. Just think it. Write it. Then read it back to yourself.
What you want is not always what you need. There are the things I think I want – things that take the edge off, provide a short-term relief. Then there are those things that I know will help, that nurture my soul and remind me to reset. I thought I’d share my lists with you.
We spend so much of our lives with a weight of responsibility on our shoulders. Play can be an antidote to this exhaustion, this overwhelm, this weight we carry.
I used to think that the only way I could be more productive was to sleep less so that I had more time to get stuff done. The irony is that without enough sleep, it takes us longer to get through our to-do lists and we are ultimately less productive.
It’s that time of year again… tis the season! When a teeny tiny elf-shaped visitor arrives for the next 24 days. A cheeky little elf who demands your attention and creativity every evening right up until the big day itself!
If, like me, you’ve cosied up into that lovely state of sleepiness only to be dragged back awake as the stark realisation of your elf duty flashes through your mind. Or perhaps you even make it until morning, when his smiling little face awaits you, exactly where you left him the day before, his eyes saying “forget about me, did you?”
Sometimes it feels like we’re always defining who we are, what we do, what we’re about. We attach labels to ourselves… the outward ones: professional, mother, wife, teacher, mentor, manager, organiser…